Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Andy and his friends walk out the canteen and so do I, stuffing the sandwich into my pocket and turning left to go towards the library.
A large hand grips my wrist and I turn obediently.
"What are you doing?" Harry frowns
"What is it to you?" I snap, pulling my wrist out of his grip, wincing as his fingers scrape my cuts. His eyes soften immediately and he sighs.
"You shouldn't be doing this" he runs his hand over his hair and I place mine on my hips.
"Why? You don't like me..remember?" I frown and he stares at the ground.
"Harry!" Zayn shouts to him and he turns
"Don't upset him Diana" he tells me before walking off towards his friends. What is that meant to mean?

I shake my head and sit down in the same seat I did yesturday. The book in my hands isn't making sense and every time I re-read it Harrys face keeps interrupting my concentration.
What am I doing? I am only going on a date with Andy to make Harry jealous and I know that isn't me. Harry doesn't like me. Why can't I except that? I wish he did. I know it's stupid but he made me feel something I have never felt before, showing kindness towards me. Maybe I just trust people too much. I put too much hope in people and they always end up disappointing me. I fall for the wrong people over and over again. Why am I so used to falling? So used to getting hurt?
I don't want to meet up with Andy. I haven't even confronted him about my sister and why he asked me if he is still going out with her. I guess I didn't have time. I was angry at Harry and panicked so I agreed without thinking.
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My finger tips burn in the ice cold air as I trudge through the sludge on the field and towards the bright light of a fire I can see in the distance.
My stomach is twisted and the lump in my throat won't go away. This is stupid. I am stupid.
The moon shines bright above me and I welcome the darkness to try and hide my appearance. I know I am nervous and I know I am showing it. I can't keep my hands in the same place for two minutes and my eyes try to look at anything but what I am approaching. Maybe I should run. Run into the darkness and hide. No, this is ridiculous. I take a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart as I walk up to them.
Andy, Harry, Zayn and a blonde haired boy sit on jumpers around a small camp fire. I feel more intimidated then ever as I sit down by the males.
"Hi Diana. How are you?" Andy says, he doesn't wait for me to answer. "I don't think this is a date but it would be fun to hang out wouldn't it?" He grabs a bottle of something out of the small collection I beverages in the black bag behind him.
"Harry how the hell do you get these off? Why couldn't you get us some without these damn things on?" Andy snaps, handing Harry a bottle. It has a security tag on. But..oh no. He stole it? I don't know why I am surprised.
"Niall do you have any fags?" Andy asks and the blonde haired boy shakes his head. "Lets play some games" I hate the way Andy is the only one speaking. Are the others afraid of him? I don't know but I do know that anything I thought I knew about him wasn't real.
"Hide and seek?" He slurs, standing to his feet and holding his hand out towards me. I take his hand in mine to help pull me up and I can feel Harrys eyes on me. I drop his hand when I am stood up.
"No. That's rubbish. Spin the bottle?" Niall suggests and Harry nods. Groaning, Andy sits back down an I do the same-looking round the deserted field for my escape root.

The bottle is spun and it lands on me. I am unsure what to do.
"You have to kiss Harry" Niall laughs and Andys eyes turn icy and nasty as he finishes the drink in his cup-immediately pouring another one.
Before I know it Harry has cupped my cheeks in his hands and presses his lips into mine. They are soft an moist as they move and electricity pulses through me, sending tingles down my spine. A warmth in my stomach makes me feel dizzy as he continues the kiss. The taste of his lips, which are coated in cherry vodka, dance on my tongue and I feel two strong hands pull me back so I fall onto the wet, damp grass behind me.
"What the hell are you doing? This is spin the bottle! You kiss her not fucking make out!" Andy slurs angrily and I see Harry lick his lips out of the corner of my eye. My body still buzzes with excitement from the kiss. It's like our lips have been moulded perfectly for each others.
"That was a good one" Niall chuckles and I blush as Harrys eyes come into contact with mine, flickering away to look into the darkness.
The fire crackles and pops less then a meter in front of me but the warmth it is giving is nothing like the heat I got from Harry.
"She's mine" Andy spits and I frown.
"I am not yours" I snap and his head turns in my direction. The smug smile on his lips sends a shiver down my spine and his eyes are ignited with danger.
"Believe me Diana. You are mine. You always will be. Whether out of choice or not I will always have you when I want you. Don't even make me chase you. You will always be caught"